Emily’s fingers traced the rim of her coffee cup, her expression softening as she glanced up at . "I want to see how Kate is doing," she said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "It’s been so long since we last t." She paused, her brow furrowing slightly.
I nodded, leaning back in my chair, my arms crossed. Kate, Tom’s wife. I rember eting her when I was playing Mike. The na Tom sent a flicker of sothing through —mory, history, complications—but Emily’s face was open, innocent, unaware of the web of connections tangled between us all.
Jennifer and Nathalie exchanged a glance—tense, guilty, silent—before looking away, their breakfast suddenly far more interesting than the conversation.
Emily pushed her chair back, standing. "I’ll go get ready, then." She hesitated, her eyes flicking between her mother and aunt—both of whom were avoiding her gaze like their lives depended on it.
She nodded, disappearing down the hall, leaving the three of us in a heavy, charged silence.
Jennifer cleared her throat, her fingers twisting in her napkin.
I cut in, pushing my chair back and standing. "I’ll be back." I thought of eting Angela and seeing how she is doing.
Angela’s office was at the end of the hall, the door slightly ajar. I pushed it open, stepping inside—only to freeze.
Veronica and Mary were there, perched on the edge of Angela’s desk, their arms crossed, their expressions stormy. Angela stood behind her desk, her posture rigid, her eyes flicking to with relief—and sothing warr.
"Dexter," she breathed, her shoulders easing just a fraction.
Veronica’s gaze snapped to , her eyes narrowing. "Well, well," she drawled, her voice dripping with resentnt. "Look who finally decided to show up."
Mary crossed her arms, her lip curled in a pout. "All these days, and you didn’t even bother to co see us," she huffed. "Mom," she turned to Angela, her voice accusing, "are you two... together now?"
I didn’t hesitate.
I stepped forward, gripping Angela’s hip and pulling her against before crashing my lips onto hers in a deep, possessive kiss.
She lted into , her hands clutching at my shirt, her breath hitching as I pulled back just enough to growl against her lips, "Yeah. Your mother and I are together." My gaze flicked to Veronica and Mary, unapologetic, dominant. "She’s my wife. And you two..." I smirked, "Are my stepdaughters. So start calling Dad."
Veronica scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Keep dreaming," she snapped, her arms crossing tighter.
Mary huffed, her cheek flushing with indignation. "As if."
I chuckled, pulling Angela closer, my hand sliding down to squeeze her ass possessively. "Oh, it’s not a dream, girls," I purred, my voice low and dangerous. "It’s reality. And the sooner you accept it, the easier this’ll be for all of us."
Angela bit her lip, her eyes gleaming with amusent as she leaned into my touch. "Dexter—"
"Save it," I cut in, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before turning my attention back to her daughters. "You missed ?" I asked, my tone mocking, knowing.
Veronica’s cheeks flushed darker, her gaze darting away. "N-No!"
Mary bit her lip, her defiance wavering just a fraction. "We didn’t—!"
I grinned. "Liar."
Angela laughed softly, her hand sliding up to rest on my chest. "They were asking about you," she admitted, her voice teasing.
"Mom!" Veronica hissed, embarrassed.
I stepped closer, lowering my voice to a growl. "Good. Because I missed you, too." My gaze raked over both of them—Veronica’s defiant glare, Mary’s flustered blush. "All three of you."
The room was filled with a tense, electric silence.
Veronica swallowed hard, her eyes flicking to her mother before landing back on . "You’re impossible," she muttered, but there was less heat in it now—more resignation, more curiosity.
Mary bit her lip, her fingers twisting in her skirt. "D-Dad," she tried, the word awkward on her tongue, but not unwanted.
I smirked. "There’s a good girl."
Angela’s laughter was soft, warm, her body lting against mine as she shook her head. "You’re terrible," she murmured again, but her fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt, pulling closer. "But yes... I do love it."
Pervert Insight activated.
Objective: Expose Angela’s slutty nature to Veronica and Mary.
Reward: 100,000 points.
A slow, predatory smirk curled my lips. Oh, this is going to be fun.
Veronica rolled her eyes so hard I half-expected them to get stuck, but the faintest flush crept up her neck, betraying her. "Ugh. Fine," she muttered, though the fight had already drained out of her voice. "But don’t get used to it."
Mary, ever the softer of the two, bit her lip, her cheeks still pink. "Y-You’re impossible," she stamred, but the way her gaze flicked away, the way her fingers twisted in her skirt—she wasn’t hating it.
I grinned, slow and knowing. "Oh, I intend to."
Then, without warning, I turned to Angela, my voice dropping to a low, commanding purr. "Angela, co with . There’s sothing I want to discuss with you."
Her eyebrows lifted, but she didn’t resist as I took her hand, pulling her toward the side room—the resting area with a bed, a sofa, and a washroom. The door clicked shut behind us, the lock engaging with a quiet snick.
The second we were alone, my hands were on her.
Angela gasped as I groped her, my palms molding to her tits, my thumbs brushing over her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse. "D-Dexter—!" she whispered, her back arching into my touch, her breath hitching. "V-Veronica and Mary are right outside—!"
Good. Let them hear.
I chuckled, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my voice a filthy whisper. "Then you’ll just have to make sure..." My fingers trailed down, slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt, finding her already dripping pussy. "...you don’t scream too loud."
Angela moaned, her hands clutching at my shoulders as I rubbed her clit in slow, deliberate circles. "Y-You’re so bad—!" she hissed, but her hips rocked into my touch, her body betraying her.
"They’re right outside, Angela. Just a thin door between them and the sound of their mother getting fingered like a slut."
I grinned, my cock throbbing against my pants. "You know why I’m doing this, don’t you?" I murmured, my lips trailing down her neck, my teeth nipping at her collarbone. "Because you love being a slut for ... and I love showing everyone just how filthy you can be."
Angela’s eyes flew open, her face flaming. "D-Dexter—! You can’t—!"
"Oh, but I can. And I will."
I pulled her toward the sofa, pushing her down onto it, her skirt riding up around her waist. "Now spread your legs, baby..." I ordered, my voice a growl. "And show how wet you are for ."
Angela whimpered, but she obeyed, her thighs parting, her pussy glistening, swollen, aching. I dropped to my knees, my tongue flicking out to lick her from clit to asshole, making her body jerk.
"Ah—! N-No—! They’ll hear—!" she sobbed, but her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling closer.
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